Post by Hematite on Dec 1, 2017 6:37:12 GMT
So … you still haven’t told me why your skin is … uhm, grey? Silver? I mean I met some pale women in my life, but, you’re like … colorless, do you have any pigment in your skin? And I swear you’re hella familiar too …”
This city shared some similarities with the one’s that speckle her own homeland of Japan, which she visited very rarely but—when she found herself particularly bored, she may escape there. But some of the mannerisms, the cultural norms, the energy of it was different. One thing she always enjoyed, and even in this city too it seemed, was sitting at coffee table and relishing in the wonders of humankind. Particularly for her, in its more affectionate terms. Across from her was a skeptically struck young man with tan skin, a bit of scruff, and head with shoulder-high dreads. he wore long jacket with a turtle neck cuff. His brow was raised, still a little skeptical of what he is looking at.
“It’s a health condition,” she lied, “have no idea what it’s called in American.” Hematite, said as she sat across from the human in one of her carefully designed and accurately fashionable disguise … if it wasn’t obviously Japanese styles of clothing of course. She probably wouldn’t have seemed so strange and out of place. A large strawberry daiquiri flavored milkshake was in front her and she sipped at it idly as human pulled out his cell phone, “Ok Google, health conditions that make your hair grey?” his phone piped up and the fusion looked up at him a genuine thrill in her eyes.
What was he thinking? What was going on through his head, it must have been weird, and she was extremely pale. As many may not know, Hematite couldn’t sense human emotions, only gems. Which made her interactions with them a thrill she could only say. Well, in some circumstances at least, ones worth pursuing.
When the assistant on his phone couldn’t give him a coherent answer, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously on the odd looking woman. “Right … So you say you’re from Japan and that you’re a tourist?” he questioned her, she took a moment to take in the taste of this glorious human recipe before her eyes fluttered up and she gave him a coy reply. “Yep.”
“I’m much like a ronin, a furō-sha.” She leaned over to read his emotions, his face seemed to grow interested at her use of her foreign tongue and leaned over intuitively, but he remembered his question and dialed back into his more investigative demeanor. “Alright, alright. That’s pretty cool. But really though, you’re weird, lady. Pale skin like that is just …”
Her eyes flicked up again to look the human in the eyes, “Is it odd to you?”
“Well, yeah. Never seen a grey person before, I don’t think.” He said.
“Am I unattractive, boy?” Her eyes showed a mocking smile as she sipped her milkshake, she just loved teasing him.
“What? That’s not what I meant! You’re …” He froze up, his face growing redder by the second as the fusion slowly lowered her hand to stroke the back of his palm.
“I’m what?” she tried to pry his answer out of him.
The human seemed to grow visibly flustered and couldn’t manage to say it, all the while Hematite giggled at his bashfulness. She had been pinging her sonar and she hadn’t sensed a single notice of any gems in the area, this was good, more time to spend with her new found friend.
This city shared some similarities with the one’s that speckle her own homeland of Japan, which she visited very rarely but—when she found herself particularly bored, she may escape there. But some of the mannerisms, the cultural norms, the energy of it was different. One thing she always enjoyed, and even in this city too it seemed, was sitting at coffee table and relishing in the wonders of humankind. Particularly for her, in its more affectionate terms. Across from her was a skeptically struck young man with tan skin, a bit of scruff, and head with shoulder-high dreads. he wore long jacket with a turtle neck cuff. His brow was raised, still a little skeptical of what he is looking at.
“It’s a health condition,” she lied, “have no idea what it’s called in American.” Hematite, said as she sat across from the human in one of her carefully designed and accurately fashionable disguise … if it wasn’t obviously Japanese styles of clothing of course. She probably wouldn’t have seemed so strange and out of place. A large strawberry daiquiri flavored milkshake was in front her and she sipped at it idly as human pulled out his cell phone, “Ok Google, health conditions that make your hair grey?” his phone piped up and the fusion looked up at him a genuine thrill in her eyes.
What was he thinking? What was going on through his head, it must have been weird, and she was extremely pale. As many may not know, Hematite couldn’t sense human emotions, only gems. Which made her interactions with them a thrill she could only say. Well, in some circumstances at least, ones worth pursuing.
When the assistant on his phone couldn’t give him a coherent answer, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously on the odd looking woman. “Right … So you say you’re from Japan and that you’re a tourist?” he questioned her, she took a moment to take in the taste of this glorious human recipe before her eyes fluttered up and she gave him a coy reply. “Yep.”
“I’m much like a ronin, a furō-sha.” She leaned over to read his emotions, his face seemed to grow interested at her use of her foreign tongue and leaned over intuitively, but he remembered his question and dialed back into his more investigative demeanor. “Alright, alright. That’s pretty cool. But really though, you’re weird, lady. Pale skin like that is just …”
Her eyes flicked up again to look the human in the eyes, “Is it odd to you?”
“Well, yeah. Never seen a grey person before, I don’t think.” He said.
“Am I unattractive, boy?” Her eyes showed a mocking smile as she sipped her milkshake, she just loved teasing him.
“What? That’s not what I meant! You’re …” He froze up, his face growing redder by the second as the fusion slowly lowered her hand to stroke the back of his palm.
“I’m what?” she tried to pry his answer out of him.
The human seemed to grow visibly flustered and couldn’t manage to say it, all the while Hematite giggled at his bashfulness. She had been pinging her sonar and she hadn’t sensed a single notice of any gems in the area, this was good, more time to spend with her new found friend.